For God so loved the world, he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have ever lasting life. For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved.
He who believes in Him is not condemned; but he who does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God.
~John 3:16-18

Our memories bind our hearts with those we know.

So how is it that chains form with those whom we've never met?

What is the connection, if it is not our memories shared?

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Prologue

Warmth was the first thing she was aware of. Like basking in the sun after a swim in cool water, with the accompanying sense of drowsy contentedness included as well.

Drowsy violet opened slowly, only to close again at the sudden influx of light. Well, I was somewhat right...

Moving an arm from its bracing position behind her head, she shielded her eyes from the sun's rays. Glassy eyes focused, blinked in confusion, and then focused again. A puzzled frown formed.

Where…am I?

Another blink, then she sat up from her lounging position. With a large yawn, she stretched out, arching her back as she tried to work out the sleep-caused stiffness. Rolling her shoulders, she straightened up. The resulting cracks sounding from her joints and vertebrae hinted that she had been lying there for quite some time.

A whistle sounded somewhere in the not-so-far distance.

A fair skinned hand brushed ebony hair from the violet eyes as equally dark brows furrowed.

A train?

Bemused, she stepped forward . Almost Venetian Gothic architecture… she noted. Off white in color but cast golden-yellow by the late afternoon sun. A pause. A growing sense of familiarity. "What is this place?" she wondered aloud, perturbed by the sense of déjà vu despite the fact that she knew she had never been here before.

Twisting her head, she glanced at the wall she had initially been leaning against, revealed a large clock face above her.

Wait… Violet eyes narrowed, the clock face is wrong…there's a Roman Numeral 1 at the top rather than a 12-

Realization struck her like a sledgehammer. Hair whipped her face as she spun back around and stared at the town below, eyes suddenly wide with disbelief.

"Twilight Town?" A soft whisper, "but… how?"

Astonishment gave way to puzzlement. Closing her eyes, she leaned back on her feet, folding her arms and tucking in her chin. Last thing I remember…she strained for the memory, was…walking down a street, then… Perplexed, she was startled to realize that there was a gap between that simple action and her recent awakening.

What could have happened?

A lot, probably, she decided, but I'll have to figure it out later, after I've gotten some level of stability.

Food, shelter, a somewhat stable schedule and the things necessary to live somewhat comfortable, that held greater priority than puzzling out answers she may not even find.

Out of habit, she groped for her wallet and was mildly surprised to discover it still on her person.

No, she realized as she held it up, this isn't my wallet. A mildly amused smile tugged at her lips as she eyed the red Heartless emblem embroidered on the back of the suede leather pouch. Though…I can appreciate the humor behind it.

Blowing a stray bang from her face, she opened the pouch and was made aware of another oddity. Within the pouch was a fair amount of munny, the currency used in the Kingdom Hearts franchise, though she couldn't discern the precise amount.

Munny was spherical in shape, not unlike marbles, and came in three sizes, small, medium and large, each worth a different amount. The small were worth one, the medium, five, and the large, twenty. The curiosity was how the amount was so easily contained within the small pouch, which didn't even look half-way full.

I suppose it makes sense, she supposed, in the game the munny size is exaggerated so the player can find it when it's dropped. So of course it would be smaller in reality. In reality they were about the sizes of a dime, a quarter, and a fifty-cent piece respectively.

Despite this interesting bit of trivia, it was the pouch that really held her curiosity. It vaguely reminded her of the 'pocket space' used in cartoons where, in many cases, a female character would store a giant mallet for knocking a hapless male character into what was affectionately called L.E.O, or 'Low Earth Orbit'. Amy Rose from Sonic X, or Akane Tendo from Ranma ½ are simply two characters that came to mind.

A lesser advertized use of the pocket space could also be found in the inventory of many video games. Which was a real shame because people rarely seemed to think about just how much stuff could be carted around, and how large and heavy some of it could be.

Replacing the pouch, she searched the rest of her pockets, eventually pulling out an unfamiliar key. Intrigued, she read the address tag attached to it.

Tram Common, 17

A hotel room? She wondered. Violet eyes turned to the sky. She blinked. It's…darker than it was a few minutes ago. Indeed, splashes of dark violets and navy blues had broken up the solid caress of yellow-gold. The observation was accompanied by a faint sense of surprise.

Apparently Twilight Town is not a town of endless twilight…go figure.

All the same, it would be wiser to get off the ridiculously high clock tower before it became a hazardous feat. So, pocketing the key, she moved to do so.

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As it turned out, her original theory was almost right on the dot. The key was to a room, though it was an apartment building and not a hotel.

"I was wondering when you would come back." The receptionist spoke as she walked through the lobby. "Are you feeling any better?"

Better? Confused violet blinked at the man, who quickly elaborated.

"When you came in and rented a room earlier today you just took the key and left without going to your room." A glimmer of concern. "You looked a little strange and I thought that maybe you were sick."

If I was I don't remember it. "I'm feeling better," Don't encourage questions, "I was just a little nervous moving into a new town."

Eyes lighting up with understanding, the man nodded with sympathy.

With no further word-exchange, the girl made her way to her new room. Being on the first floor, it was easy enough to find and enter.

As soon as she crossed the threshold a faint wave of fatigue made itself known. Shutting the door behind her, she made a beeline to the sparsely furnished bedroom and tipped onto the bed. Resting her hands behind her head, she stared up at the ceiling thoughtfully.

"So bizarre…" she murmured softly. "I came and rented the room before going to the clock tower, but I don't remember it. Where was I before that?" Brows creased. "How did I get here? Why am I here?" Violet eyes closed as she sighed softly. "Maybe tomorrow I'll find some answers…" Another thoughtful pause. "I doubt it, though."

She rolled on her side, eyes still closed. A few minutes later, she fell asleep.

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Beloved, believe not every spirit, but try the spirits that are of God; because many false prophets are gone out into the world
~1 John 4:1 ((KJV))

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Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters, sans Sable, and am writing this for my own amusement, as I do all my other stories.

A/N: As with Dark Horse Gambit, I take a fair amount of creative license with this story while using the Kingdom Hearts storyline to remain my backbone. However, the majority of my creative license will centralize on the hypothesizes that Sable comes up with, which are inspired by my own interpretation of the Kingdom Hearts gameverse.

Acknowledgments: First off, as before, I would like to thank Devaro Ayanami for his patience in editing my work and his comments when I use him as a sounding-board. Next I'd like to thank Newbie-Spud for his story The Interference, without which I likely never would have had the inspiration to write this story.